Whipering - from a part insideOf you laughing in a dreamWhich may be truePlants - of - the - bizarreYou feel a act of miseryThose gluttonousCreaturesAre tasting lovely meatThis kind of evil was bornBy sins - sinsYou're damnedTo sufferingIn a world ofHorrible illusionsDisfigure me condemnedTo prayThat what I see isThe expulsion of my soulMy flesh is burning stillMy tears are falling hardThe tomb of love isPsycho terrorMy life is just aCrippled errorSo stand up and touchMy greensMy power will destroyYour last human signsPlants of the bizarreGastric juice comes outOf youYou screamingLoud I am laughing stillOh, father see these doorsAre closed for meI can't escape what shall I doMy loniest wishIs to escapeThis place is hotAnd I shall burnThe - plants - of - the - bizarre